Timeout for Brother & Gallstones

This blog is supposed to be about my therapy and my healing from abusive experiences in my childhood. But every now and then, I have to wander off topic and just talk about what is happening in my life–which of course ends up affecting, in some way, where I am in therapy. So today I’m…

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Talking about the No Touch Rule

Friday midday I walk up the driveway to the old Victorian house where E has her office. She’s invited me to have an extra session this week to talk more about her refusal to provide comforting touch in therapy and my reaction to that boundary. Earlier in the day, I’ve already sent her a copy…

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Won’t Touch Me

I love my therapist; she’s smart, skilled, caring, insightful, grounded, and just a good, decent person. And maybe after all these years, I’m done working with her. I know this is driven by hurt, so I want to slow down, take a breath, and think it through. It’s not¬†only¬†about wanting to put up an emotional…

A Little Repair Work

I feel like I’m taking myself to the repair shop. Again. Maybe I’m one of those models that Consumer Reports would rate as a “lemon,” because I have so many issues that just aren’t easy to fix. And as soon as I fix one thing, another thing doesn’t work right. (This is where a cheerier,…